The Usual Suspects

It's steel gray outside. As in, the climate feels as cold as steel... the sky and clouds are colored gray with a touch of hope for a warmer day. I'm walking towards the ferry just coming off of Fort Place and I see all the usual suspects.

-- The Running Man: A skinny older guy who sprints for the 7 AM ferry while half dressed. The left side of his shirt and jacket waggle in the breeze because he'd rather make the ferry than walk out the house looking presentable.

-- Hot Soccer Moms 1 & 2: A pair of fresh faced, nicely dressed, always chattering mothers who walk their kids to school. Picture Christie Brinkley and Halle Berry walking with children. I couldn't tell you what ages or sex the kids are because I'm too busy looking at their moms and trying not to walk into on coming traffic.
-- The High Schoolers: Kids, with hoods pulled up over there heads, trying to do their best impressions of the Specter of Death. Actually, I attribute the look to a young Sly Stallone in Rocky (NOT Rocky Balboa!). Back in my day, (I can't believe I'm old enough to write that line and mean it.) kids had their own style and sense of what looks good. Granted, I'm talking about the Jordash/ Sassoon/ Adidas era but you could see our faces.